When I was growing up, motherhood was highly romanticized. I wish it hadn’t been. I wish it had been respected, instead—and for me respect involves acknowledging hard and the efforts that go into overcoming hard. It’s not about the number of kids you have, how many extracurriculars they excel at, how clean your house is, or how many casseroles you drop off. It’s about how big your love is and how hard you keep trying. That’s it. And motherhood is hard. We should acknowledge that. Because there’s a whole lot of women who anguish every day over the well-being of their little people. I’m grateful to social media confession culture for at least showing me I’m not alone every once in awhile, as well as for the occasional reminders to shower. 😉
Been trying to curb my Amazon purchases. Missing my frequent trips to the mailbox which became a weird cheery feature of pandemic life. But, you know, fiscal responsibility and all that jazz 😜 Good thing spring is coming so we’ll have other happy things calling us outside.
